Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 2:30pm
19th Dec 2024 2:30pm
Beneath snow’s blanket
In the absence of it all, like a calm dawn in a long, dry winter
Nestled in cabins; stoking fires from the bodies of pine
and the skin of the birch
Twig fingerlings and the parchment of the crass inflict fervency to the flame
The prior prod of the cold has relented
As I dally through the meadows lain of white,
my footprints are like pressed art to the earth, revealing my every intention
Like a visual chronicle defining my aspirations
Winter is both life and death;
fleeting moments of here and beyond
The lull peaks my curiosity...
Nestled in cabins; stoking fires from the bodies of pine
and the skin of the birch
Twig fingerlings and the parchment of the crass inflict fervency to the flame
The prior prod of the cold has relented
As I dally through the meadows lain of white,
my footprints are like pressed art to the earth, revealing my every intention
Like a visual chronicle defining my aspirations
Winter is both life and death;
fleeting moments of here and beyond
The lull peaks my curiosity...
#winter
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 1:07pm
19th Dec 2024 1:07pm
Harvest rye
Regret transcends through time
as quickly as the rye unfolds its bounty
An intellectual seed fastened to the machine
Pumping out offspring to satisfy bellies
And the mothers, forgotten;
preoccupied by the pine of a looming wither
O’ that weathered weed;
With skeletal verdure and
stalks with unflattering jackets
Her lament;
this subtle mourn—
into the vessel and out of the womb
without thought; without context
See me; feel me
I am of husk and not of grain
I am a body with gesture; with spirit
I am here and I...
as quickly as the rye unfolds its bounty
An intellectual seed fastened to the machine
Pumping out offspring to satisfy bellies
And the mothers, forgotten;
preoccupied by the pine of a looming wither
O’ that weathered weed;
With skeletal verdure and
stalks with unflattering jackets
Her lament;
this subtle mourn—
into the vessel and out of the womb
without thought; without context
See me; feel me
I am of husk and not of grain
I am a body with gesture; with spirit
I am here and I...
#dark
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 6:37pm
15th Dec 2024 6:37pm
The philosophy of clerics — with Adagio
I’ve sampled nocturnal resilience
I’ve slept on speculation; dreamt of what may have settled my shroud
that rich layer of skin
that seeps a sea of gratitude
like a fearless watering of clout
alongshore,
between frayed ends of variance
and the tendrils of substance
Beneath the guttural moans of persistence
from the vendors of eloquence
I’ve lulled my conviction to be sipped like brandy
from perspective’s glass
and poise my spoken lip in ironclad verdict
The philosophy of clerics
in broken ink of the pen's poetic...
I’ve slept on speculation; dreamt of what may have settled my shroud
that rich layer of skin
that seeps a sea of gratitude
like a fearless watering of clout
alongshore,
between frayed ends of variance
and the tendrils of substance
Beneath the guttural moans of persistence
from the vendors of eloquence
I’ve lulled my conviction to be sipped like brandy
from perspective’s glass
and poise my spoken lip in ironclad verdict
The philosophy of clerics
in broken ink of the pen's poetic...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 12:09pm
8th Dec 2024 12:09pm
A jar, falling inward
Mother,
your words tickle more
wrists than a shackle.
Rejection spreads lost stature to the fledgling sparrow.
Despair depletes flair, in layers.
Thrust from the nest,
the sparrow’s wilt phases like destiny’s whine.
Each night upon the meadow,
he flits from branch to twig with his virgin wings; breathing in viscous mist.
He expresses his call through syrup,
his voice, wading through the lull of pity
like melancholy upends a jar—
falling inward.
The venom leaks
out of his mother;
a churn of vintage...
your words tickle more
wrists than a shackle.
Rejection spreads lost stature to the fledgling sparrow.
Despair depletes flair, in layers.
Thrust from the nest,
the sparrow’s wilt phases like destiny’s whine.
Each night upon the meadow,
he flits from branch to twig with his virgin wings; breathing in viscous mist.
He expresses his call through syrup,
his voice, wading through the lull of pity
like melancholy upends a jar—
falling inward.
The venom leaks
out of his mother;
a churn of vintage...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 11:54am
7th Dec 2024 11:54am
Empty lines
Beneath the loam, my precious will
Aside my tome, a readied quill
Up from the sand, a flaunting hand
Where gestures pose no strict command
I delve into my mother’s breast
To petrify her cruel unrest
To allocate her fulsome scold
Upon my page where letters bold
Within my script all dressed in grey
My mood eclipsed the darkest day
My eyes, unturned from dusk to dawn
Within the depth, these notions spawn
I cannot grip a hand that’s smooth
Upon my heart, you’ve left a groove
No patience spun for tongues that lash ...
Aside my tome, a readied quill
Up from the sand, a flaunting hand
Where gestures pose no strict command
I delve into my mother’s breast
To petrify her cruel unrest
To allocate her fulsome scold
Upon my page where letters bold
Within my script all dressed in grey
My mood eclipsed the darkest day
My eyes, unturned from dusk to dawn
Within the depth, these notions spawn
I cannot grip a hand that’s smooth
Upon my heart, you’ve left a groove
No patience spun for tongues that lash ...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 3:21pm
6th Dec 2024 3:21pm
Nights of abandon
I bow before the open water
To exhale these restrictions that once drenched me
I’ve silenced the reticence; this burdensome embrace that once framed this vessel in melancholy
Where water rippled over my shoulders with its sullen lines;
defining depth with a thousand fingers, pulling
nudging the soul out of rapture
I’ve been called to task
Give me surrender; like the release of a pearl into the expanse
where what’s left within my shell is a marked recess where emptiness once lay
Readied… wasting…
I’ve primed my essence to rise...
To exhale these restrictions that once drenched me
I’ve silenced the reticence; this burdensome embrace that once framed this vessel in melancholy
Where water rippled over my shoulders with its sullen lines;
defining depth with a thousand fingers, pulling
nudging the soul out of rapture
I’ve been called to task
Give me surrender; like the release of a pearl into the expanse
where what’s left within my shell is a marked recess where emptiness once lay
Readied… wasting…
I’ve primed my essence to rise...
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 11:29am
5th Dec 2024 11:29am
Misspent
Strife is consistent through life and through trap
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 11:31pm
4th Dec 2024 11:31pm
I am Century
I’ve secured abandon in these inconsistencies;
never reckless
with countless stanzas defining these anomalies
with the quiver of my pen
I peruse discretion with a turned cheek;
sadness with a gilded tear
The sun never sets on my potential
My effort’s influential
Uncertainty is never written in the tilt of the moon;
It simply is as it is
My prevalence is wild enough to appease even the raven as he reflects pride over the cleanest of bone
I am unique; I have century in my spirit
I am an old soul; I cast depth through these...
never reckless
with countless stanzas defining these anomalies
with the quiver of my pen
I peruse discretion with a turned cheek;
sadness with a gilded tear
The sun never sets on my potential
My effort’s influential
Uncertainty is never written in the tilt of the moon;
It simply is as it is
My prevalence is wild enough to appease even the raven as he reflects pride over the cleanest of bone
I am unique; I have century in my spirit
I am an old soul; I cast depth through these...
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 10:12am
4th Dec 2024 10:12am
The riven
An essence remains where endeavour melts away the noisome; the one the devil selects to grease the flanks. Unsteady knees and shoulders that droop. A thousand seasons couldn’t whisk away these scars; these lines of peril writ of the ashes of those darkened days.
I walk the glade because i’ve been emptied. I need to breathe in the expanse. I need to fill my lungs with green earth imbued with raw mirth. Even though my eyes surveil through a veil that’s been sullied. I carve a path over the riven. Treading over these fragments that pinch the grass. And not because of necessity....
I walk the glade because i’ve been emptied. I need to breathe in the expanse. I need to fill my lungs with green earth imbued with raw mirth. Even though my eyes surveil through a veil that’s been sullied. I carve a path over the riven. Treading over these fragments that pinch the grass. And not because of necessity....
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
Dusk’s blanket
Content to breathe fire
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 12:41pm
1st Dec 2024 12:41pm
Lonesome lines
Forget wading through the river. The current is harassing and the bottom, dismissive. The whirlpools, evasive; the haughty, permissive. The stones have bullied the balance right out of my gesture. The silt between them grips my gait like it’s in the market for ground bone. The critters beneath nibble at my flesh as it’s shaven, tickling my wounds with their whiskers. Their eyes leak desire when I’m moistened. The fish are hungry here.
Forget walking through the forest. Seven minutes in and the trees aren’t done whispering my location. There’s no silence to be had in these...
Forget walking through the forest. Seven minutes in and the trees aren’t done whispering my location. There’s no silence to be had in these...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
The pearl
Perpetual moments of smoulder fills my vessel with a constant smoke. The grey behind this vision is murky with obscure sediment smothering my perception. Sadness, despair; an excursion of amplified impression. I am justified in this plunder of mirth that was once the foundation that soothed me.
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
#SelfReflection
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